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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

A Question, golf and 'if you come today'.

The Unanswered Question

X: I talked to Y sometime back. She said I'll be fine when I leave blogging. She is quite sure about it. I tried so many times. Nothing happened. I NEED to write. Even if the blog is as crappy as "I love rain sprayed hair". I am not a copy writer. I cannot weave beautiful stories. Or incomprehensive poems. My blog is not a waste of space right?

G: He who builds according to every man's advise will have a crooked house. If you think your blog is a waste of space, it probably is. Do not ask others, they will never tell you. Everybody would tell you what they think is appropriate. You cannot please everyone. There always will be someone criticizing you for the action that you take. Concentrate your energies on pleasing yourself. People would talk behind your back. Fuck em, they do not know the fuckin half of the story.

The day G was proved wrong

G was in Bangalore for some work during the weekend. Good city, better weather and pubs galore. So anyway G had to go to Le Meriden and the rented car was to come late that day. So G hailed an auto rickshaw.

G: Le Meriden?
Rickshaw: Ain?
G: Erm... Leee Meridien?
Rickshaw: Don't know sir.
G: Opposite Bangalore Golf Club.
Rickshaw: Oh, okay.

So G got into the rickshaw and soon they were cruising through MG Road. G noticed that all the places there, the shops, restaurants etcetera have a signboard, depicting the name in English and the script which G is assuming to be Kannada. And on most of the boards, the latter had a greater font size than the former. So yeah, G was observing the boards when he got a feeling that they just took a wrong turn. But G was not sure though cause he thought that the rickshaw was probably taking a short cut and also the thought of discussing this with the rickshaw driver did not seem ideal as he obviously understood very little English or Hindi. Bad move. Soon the rickshaw halted to a stop.

Rickshaw: Sir.
G: What?
Rickshaw: Bangalore club.
G: What? I said Bangalore Golf club.
Rickshaw: This is Bangalore 'girls' Club.
G: Kya? I said GOLF club not GIRLS club. Don't you know Hotel Le Meridien?

By this time G was getting furious and had raised his voice. The rickshaw, probably not used to people screaming at him; what with the soft spoken geeks everywhere in the city; reciprocated.

Rickshaw: Don't you know where it is?
G: I don't, if I knew would I have let you bring me to the wrong place? *Almost a whisper* Dumbfuck!
Rickshaw: If you don't know then how would I know?
G: You are a fuckin rickshaw driver, rickshaw drivers are supposed to know where places are. Holy fuck! Would you want to consult with the other rickshaws and take me to the appropriate place?
Rickshaw: *grunt*

He then drove up to another rickshaw and they discussed something in Kannada. All I understood in the conversation was Le Meridien, Bangalore Golf club and Sanky/Shanky Road. After speaking to this rickshaw for about two minutes, the rickshaw started moving again. And this time when it stopped it was at the correct place. Aww fuck. Stop asking dumb questions about signals. Eitherways.

G: How much?
Rickshaw: You confused me, you gave me the wrong address. This is Sanky/Shanky road. You should have told me about Shivaji Nagar area.
G: I do not know all that, I am not from here. How much?
Rickshaw: You gave me the wrong information by saying Bangalore Club.
G I DID NOT say Bangalore Club. I said Bangalore Golf Club.
Rickshaw: Yes, that's what. This is not Bangalore Golf Club. This is Bangalore Gaalf Club.

G was stunned when he heard that. So he was driven to the wrong place because he did not speak in the elite Kannadiga accent. G cursed his stars and conceded that it was his fault and moved on.

So next time you are in Bangalore and wish to go to Le Meridien, tell the rickshaw that you wish to go to ' Bangalore Gaalf Club'.

And yeah most of the conversation with the rickshaw took place in bad English and Hindi.

Also, this is the same city which saw crazy riots when the legendary actor Raj Kumar passed away. Follow the link to sample the greatness of this actor.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqGSA4n3kMo

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This video was being talked about on NDTV sometime back.
Has become a real rage all across.